After a moment, Shawn picked up the wooden figurine from the floor with a smile and ced it back on the corner table, casually hiding his slightly trembling hands behind his back. He capped the moment with an addendum, “Anyway, your sister’s remedy is really effective!”


    Leo looked on, dumbfounded. He had never seen his father act so goofy before. However, his attention quickly returned to the porcin bottle in his hands..


    What were these so–called “Vitality Boost Pills“? Were they some kind of libido supplement like his dad thought?


    Sure, he had injured his spine, but his libido… Leo suddenly felt a hit to his pride.


    Sensing his thoughts, Mirabe pressed her temples and said, “<b>The </b><b>one </b>you’re holding is different from Dad’s.”


    Leo’s expression then eased slightly.


    Mirabe cleared her throat and spoke more formally. “This is Crimson Sage. It specifically targets toxins that umte in the body and repairs physical functions. It will be beneficial for your current condition.” She left out the more detailed benefits, knowing that bombarding him with too much jargon wouldn’t make sense to him.


    Shawn, hearing this, narrowed his eyes, always feeling there was something offbeat about Mirabe. She always spouted terms he’d never heard before. She sounded like one of those scams he’d heard about on the news that conned people into buying fake medicines.


    Leo wasn’t as internally dramatic as his dad. He was just surprised by his sister’sstment about the remedy being useful for his ‘current physical state.”


    He looked at Mirabe in astonishment, and as their eyes met, there seemed to be a knowing depth in her clear gaze. Did she know about his injury?


    Leo paused, about to say something, but Mirabe winked at him, her tone unusually serious. “Leo, trust me, you need to take this, one pill every three days, don’t forget.”


    After a pause, Leo murmured a soft acknowledgment, “Yeah, I got it.”


    Mirabe turned and walked towards the dining room. She was not entirely sure he had taken her words to heart, but she didn’t push further.


    With a hint of bitterness, Leo slipped the porcin bottle into his pocket. His sister meant well, but no remedy could bring back the dreams he had for the stage, now lost to his ailing body.


    Soon after breakfast, Mirabe got ready for school. Leo offered to drive her, but Shawn declined on her behalf, using the excuse, ‘Don’t be a bother to your sister.‘


    So, Shawn ended up taking Mirabe to school, his worry about his daughter getting snatched


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    away overnight soothed. Humming a tune, he walked towards the parking lot, content. Mirabe followed, puzzled by his cheerful mood.


    When they reached the car, covered by a tarp, Shawn pointed at it mysteriously and said, “Darling, do the honors.”


    Mirabe nced at it, then back at him. “Got a new car?”


    “Yes, the old one was getting too run–down. With my quarterly bonus from work, I decided to upgrade.” Shawn said, nodding emphatically. He didn’t mention it was also a reaction to the Gilbert family’s intimidating disy of wealth.


    “Come on, unveil it, and see what you think,” he urged with a grin.


    Touching her nose, Mirabe reached out and pulled off the cover.